Passengers Poem by peter rodenby

All travelling through life, but on that coach there are no alternative destinations. Some will continue the journey longer than others; some will have to get off. Not necessarily at the stop they want. Some will have the chance to go back, but it will have changed and the places too. A return visit is not the same. We take the journey full of anticipation; we are disillusioned, or disappointed to a certain degree, no matter what happens. We are distracted or attracted by what goes on, beyond the windows of the bus. With people we are forced to sit on the bus, we do not know, understand or appreciate, in many cases we would rather not be with them, but that is the nature of the journey. Sometimes we wish to get off and the journey would end. That is beyond our control. We do not know of the people travelling with us we share the experience of the trip and nothing more.